730: Chapter 719: Arriving at the Destination 730: Chapter 719: Arriving at the Destination Half an hour later.
Wang Billion had received a call from his subordinate.
“What?
Song Yun and the others aren’t in those cars?” Wang Billion’s face changed as he spoke.
After receiving a definite response from his subordinate, Wang Billion directly ordered, “Keep an eye on those people at the Shura Alliance headquarters, any new news?
No new news?
Just a few shift changes?
Shift changes?
Damn, I understand now!”
Just when Wang Billion realized the situation.
Song Yun, Jue Wu and several others had already taken off their clothes and boarded two batches of buses heading to wz city, while Black Flood Dragon led another thirty-five people, hurdling across the sea en route to wz.
“Hmph, does he really think he can keep track of us?” Jue Wu scoffed disdainfully.
Song Yun looked outside the window, by this time the bus had already entered the zj territory.
The two buses carrying Song Yun and his men were just ordinary commuter buses.
The people from Shura Alliance were sitting like ordinary people.
There wasn’t any fearsome or menacing expression on anyone’s face, instead, they sported calm demeanors typical of normal people, some even casually chatting.
The driver was a middle-aged man who had been working in passenger transport for years, today was a regular workday for him, except that, unlike usual when he had to wait a long time to fill the bus, today it filled up within minutes, which he found quite strange.
What puzzled him even more was that, the entire bus was filled with men, except for one woman!
And that one woman was so beautiful that she made this nearly fifty-year-old man feel the throbbing sensations of seeing his first love back in middle school.
The driver occasionally glanced back, and through the rearview mirror, he could clearly see that woman.
As if sensing the driver’s gaze, the woman lifted her head and looked at the rearview mirror, then gently smiled.
First love!!
For a moment, the driver was truly swept up in the sweetness and trepidation reminiscent of first love.
“Master, how long until we reach wz?” Song Yun asked smilingly.
“We’re almost there, about another hour,” the driver, steering the wheel, replied.
“Young man, what are you heading to wz for?”
“Looking for a job,” Song Yun responded.
“Master, do you often drive this route?”
“Been driving it for over ten years, haha,” the driver laughed and then focused on driving without further conversation.
He had no idea that the people he was ferrying, along with the other group about half an hour behind them on the road, and those currently on the sea, would soon bring a fierce storm of blood and chaos to wz.
He also didn’t know that the wheels of history had once again begun to move forward.
An hour later, at the wz bus station, as Song Yun got off the bus, a cold wind swept through.
This place was closer to the North than Sunan, hence the winter temperature was much cooler than in Sunan.
Song Yun tightened his black jacket and then, holding a suitcase, walked out of the station hand in hand with Qingluan.
Qingluan had a mask on her face, as her stunning beauty could easily draw attention, and Song Yun didn’t want to risk any unexpected incidents because of such trivial things, hence it was necessary to cover Qingluan’s face.
Since it was winter, wearing a mask wasn’t out of the ordinary as many people on the streets wore masks.
The two walked out of the station just like any other couple.
Outside the station, several elderly men and women holding rental advertisements inquired passersby if they needed accommodations.
Song Yun lit a cigarette for himself, and a lady approached him.
“Young man, looking to rent a room?” The lady, holding a flyer, asked.
The flyer featured an assortment of rooms that all seemed quite decent.
“How much for the rent?” Song Yun asked, his voice carrying the distinct accent of Northeast.
“Oh my, are you from the Northeast?” the lady inquired.
“From Heilongjiang,” Song Yun replied with a smile.
“Are you from the Northeast too?”
“No, no, I’m a local here, but your accent sounded like one from the Northeast.
So, you’re looking to rent a place, right?”
“Talk about the price,” Song Yun held the cigarette in his hand and asked, “We need a standard room; how much would that be?”
“A standard room is eighty per day, includes TV, water heater, balcony, broadband internet, and it’s fiber.
It’s clean and safe!” the lady introduced skillfully, while Song Yun frowned and said, “Auntie, 80 is too expensive, make it cheaper.”
“Young man, this girl is your girlfriend, right?
She is really pretty.
For such a beautiful girlfriend, staying in an 80-yuan room per day is actually less.
I have others for 150 a day, big bed room, Simmons mattress, goose down quilt!” the lady recommended.
“Sixty for a standard room per day; if acceptable, I’ll stay for a few days,” Song Yun bargained.
“Well, how about seventy then, that’s the lowest.”
“Sixty, if that’s okay then let’s go now.
I need to stay for at least a month.”
“Alright then, I see you’re a nice young man, so sixty it is, but you said it, stay for a month!” the lady said while she turned to lead the way.
Song Yun looked around, shrank into his coat a bit and grabbed Qingluan’s hand, following the lady.
Before long, people in groups of three, two, one, or four or five, walked out of the station.
These people didn’t appear to be together – some looked like they were returning home for the New Year, and all carried luggage of varying sizes.
Also, these people spoke in different accents; some from Shandong, some from Pudong, and a few from Inner Mongolia, indeed a mix of many accents.
These people, just like daily travelers exiting the station, either stayed in nearby hotels or, like Song Yun, checked into a guesthouse.
As a large city with millions of inhabitants, these few dozen people did not draw anyone’s attention.
Even members of the Wen Commerce Association staked out at the train station didn’t notice anything unusual about these individuals.
“What, found nothing?
Didn’t find Song Yun, Jue Wu, or Black Flood Dragon?” Wang Billion furiously glared at his subordinates, shouting.
“Not a single person found, how do you manage your jobs?
Am I feeding these useless mouths just to see you squander national resources?
Find them, search desperately, whoever finds Song Yun’s whereabouts, I’ll reward with one million!
I refuse to believe that group simply vanished.”
Actually, the people Song Yun had brought had not vanished; Song Yun had instructed them to distribute strategically across the city.
This dispersal wasn’t merely random spreading out.
For instance, the group led by Jue Wu was mainly in the west part of the city, Black Flood Dragon’s group in the north, and as for Song Yun, he was near the Southern City Train Station.
These people spread out in their respective areas and did not contact each other.
But at one phone call or one text message, these people quickly assembled into a formidable force.
“Here it is, what do you think?
The environment is not bad, right?” The lady pointed ahead to a five-story building, “Floors two to four are all rental properties, with our security on the first floor, and the top floor is occupied by the owner themselves, absolutely safe.
Let me tell you, in wz, you’d hardly find a place for 60 yuan a day.”
“Heh, Auntie, can you show us the room?” Song Yun wore a look of slight restraint and caution, appearing just like a newbie fresh out of society.
“Sure, come with me, really now, would your auntie deceive you?” the lady said and led Song Yun up to the third floor, stopping in front of room 308.
“Here it is, 308, such an auspicious number, go on and take a look.”
While speaking, the lady swiped a card on the door, pushing it open.
“See?
It’s an electronic lock, absolutely safe,” the lady went on and on as Song Yun walked into the room, but he inspected every detail of the room thoroughly.
“You’re quite meticulous,” the lady remarked.
“Absolutely no issues, trust me.”